kolintzaridou:

Barbara Palvin

Our muses go out for a night on the town;

curtishelps:

When the fun starts to die down, your muse suggests that mine should get a tattoo (to which my muse drunkenly agrees). Send me what you’re muse would coax mine into getting.

greaserforlyfe:

Alright, eyes closed.  Do your worst.

greaserforlyfe:

I will pick you gladly.  Won’t admit he’s right.  It hurts too much.

I won’t even lie about it… I think we’re both too pretty.  Who would say no to you?  Doesn’t matter the line.  Fuckin’ blind man.

It’s worse not to you know. They show up with signed affidavits and everything. There are at least three court filings with my name on them.

Drat. I suppose you’re right. 

Wait, alright, I’ve got it. Close your eyes. Then attractiveness can’t be a factor, right?

greaserforlyfe:

I think he’s right.

Don’t me say that ever again.

You have a very pretty face, mate.

Alright. I won’t make ya. I’ll try ‘em on you, huh?

Do you mind if I stare at you up close, instead of from across the room? Too stalkery? How about, hmm, excuse me, I seem to have lost my phone number, can I please borrow yours? 

greaserforlyfe:

I’m not drunk.  I’m intoxicated by you.

Hmm, quivery stomach - very effective. 10/10

It has come to my attention that I have failed my brothers most tragically in the art of pick-up. 

What lines are working these days?

43.

Kennedy is a sucker for so-called ‘dad jokes’. The cornier and stupider, the longer she will laugh.